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374 pages, Hardcover
First published November 18, 2025
"Time has shaped itself this way, a form fit for mortal comprehension."
"O to you, who holds our fate most tight
We are but story made manifest
So when we are nowhere
We are everywhere."
"Books, speaking to one another in their language of ink and paper. Magic. Because that's what the river is. Magic and that unfathomable first language and the touch of the world. Of home."
"Around them, the books rumble; seconds later, distant thunder follows. A low thrum sings through her. She can't decide if it's hope or madness."
"The river overhead is a stormy grey, and the travelers are unusually quiet, their footsteps barely a whisper. They gather around her, their shadows pooling on the floor. Above, thunder rumbles."
"When you run, you're only ever taking yourself with you. And there's no running from that."
"Have you ever heard the story about the two birds? They are the only two of their kind in the world. White as moonlight, black as the night sky, with lives as long as the earth is old. Their call is like no other; they answer in no langue we can decipher. But by their song, they could find one another anywhere in the forest."